dream of demons while you sleep

Knox! · Jan 29, 2014

<div align=center>William didn't want to explain to him. He got the feeling that it would change Gabe's opinion of him completely, I'll scare him. I'll drive him away. Bill shook his head and explained that to him, Gabe didn't know much about William's past. He intended to keep it that way, Gabe knew that his relationship with his family wasn't very good, but Bill refused point blank to tell him why. He didn't want to move, but the overwhelming desire to hide had come back to him. He wanted to tuck himself away and never come out again. "I don't care about mine." He muttered.

Bill remained there for a little while, squashed up against Gabe with his head on his shoulder. Why are you worried that someone else will die? That question hit him so hard he could taste bile in his mouth. "Almost." He murmured, "it almost did." William perhaps thought somewhere in the back of his mind that it had, perhaps not due to him directly, but... He shook the thought out of his head and tensed up. "It doesn't matter. I... Can I get dressed?" He was so desperate to change the subject that it was practically apparent in his every manner. "I'm cold."</div>

jenni · Jan 29, 2014

"I'm not gonna judge you," Gabe promised him, when he told Gabe that it'd drive him away, "I wouldn't leave you, I love you." He didn't know what William was hiding but he was starting to get a bit worried that it was something big . Perhaps it was the reason behind all his self hatred, perhaps it was why nothing Gabe said could convince William he was a good person.

"Well I care about yours," Gabe told him, "and I'm worried this secret is ruining your life, perhaps if you talk to me...keeping it in can't be helping the guilt." He doubted William had actually done something as bad as murder a person but how could he have nearly killed someone otherwise? Of course it must have been something unintentional...but what?

Gabe ignored the question, he didn't want to change the subject. He was too concerned to play along with idle talk.

Knox! · Jan 31, 2014

<div align=center>Gabriel was making William incredibly uncomfortable at the moment, it was evident by the way he quivered, and by the way he kept trying to struggle away. He didn't want to talk about this. Not not. He didn't want to be forced. Gabe was scaring him and something in the back of his head wanted to lash out. To stop him. "Stop it! Stop it!" He squeaked, his hands flying to his forehead. The boy whimpered and shook his head, "I don't like it you're upsetting me!" He scrambled away again, scrabbling at the boy with his hands and trying to push him away again. He felt claustrophobic and above everything else he felt sick. This had been a bad idea from square one. He should have just stayed in his dorm. He should have gone home.

To William, it didn't come across as concern. The way the other boy was coming across was scaring him. And from that point everything happened incredibly quickly, "shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" That odd, empty sensation lasted for a mere second, but the recoil that slammed it's self back into William's skull made him scream. He'd done a terrible thing, and it took him less than a moment to realize that. The emotions tearing through him felt like blades. But they sure as hell didn't belong to him.</div>

jenni · Feb 2, 2014

Gabe was utterly confused, William was literally acting insane . "I'm not trying to upset you....what? Why is the stuff I'm saying upsetting you... I'm only trying to help." He raised an eyebrow, William was confusing him, and if he was honest he even felt a little bit scared , the boy was acting completely different to any way Gabe had ever seen him act before.

An overwhelming emotion came over Gabe and knocked him to the ground. There had been no warning sign, it had come out of nowhere and he didn't understand. He was staring at the floor but he wasn't seeing it. Oh no, Gabe was seeing all his worst memories right before his eyes. The day his parents split up,the day his dog died, the day he'd found out his favourite aunt had taken her last breath, the day he saw William's scars for the first time and realised how much his boyfriend truly hated himself, more and more of his absolute worst memories kept firing themselves at Gabe, trying to shoot him down till he was dead.

The negative emotions were becoming so strong they physically hurt. His heart felt like it was literally breaking, he was sick to his stomach, he wanted to cry but nothing would come out. He just wanted it to end . "Make it stop!" He yelled out to no one in particular, he hadn't had time to figure out it was William that'd caused this yet, he couldn't concentrate on anything but the pain. His shoulders were shaking and he kept convulsing.

Knox! · Feb 2, 2014

<div align=center>An ear splitting scream tore it's self from William's lungs, he clapped his hands over his ears and shook his head. The boy squeezed his eyes tight shut and curled himself into a tight little ball. It felt like a bomb had gone off in his head and his face was stinging from tears. His heart was hammering and he was shaking, and before he could stop himself he retched and brought up whatever was in his stomach all over Gabe's bathroom floor, as it happened, that whatever turned out to be nothing, and all that came up was a vile tasting acid that made his throat burn and his eyes water.

Everything went very quiet all of a sudden, Bill's mind went completely blank and for a short second he was sure he was going to pass out. But when his head hit the tile floor there was a sharp crack, and a searing pain that felt like someone had just kicked him. He was panting hard by the end of it, shivering and hiding his face in his hands. His head. Above everything else it was his head that was hurting him the most and no matter how hard he tried to hold it back, the tears came and wouldn't stop again.</div>

jenni · Feb 2, 2014

Gabe was rocking back and forth repeatedly, he had curled his arms around his knees, clutching them so hard all sensation had left them. His knuckles had gone red and his eyes were squeezed tight shut. Help me someone, please anyone, make it stop. He sniffled, he hadn't realised that in the past few minutes tears had leaked out of his eyes.

The pain in his chest could be compared to heartburn, only about a million times stronger. It was crippling, and eventually he did throw up, though he made it to the toilet to do that. Granted, he had to crawl.

At some point everything ceased, though it left an aftermath of emptiness. Complete emptiness, Gabe felt utterly shell shocked. Eventually he noticed William had thrown up , and was crying. He was too scared to touch the boy right now, he had figured out it must have been caused by him. Of course he knew it was accidental,but that didn't mean he wanted to set Bill off again.

Knox! · Feb 2, 2014

<div align=center>William could taste blood in his mouth, he supposed he'd bitten his tongue but he didn't remember doing it. It was a long while before he could speak, when he tried to push himself up his head spun and he went over again, whimpering when he came back into contact with the hard, cold floor. He coughed, and spat a mouthful of dark, crimson liquid out. It ran across the tiles and pooled a short ways away from his face. He hadn't meant for that to happen, he'd been trying so hard to hold it back, and now it had happened and now William felt like someone had thrown him down a cliff, both physically and mentally. Being thrown down a cliff sounds absolutely great right about now.

"I'm sorry." He squeaked, his voice barely breaching a whisper, "I'm so sorry." He wanted to run away but his body wouldn't move and all he could do was lie on the floor and quiver helplessly. He couldn't even bring his hands up to his face, and instead stared dolefully across the room at Gabe. I told him to stop. I told him to stop and he wouldn't stop. He just kept asking questions and questions and questions.</div>

jenni · Feb 3, 2014

Gabe sat there staring blankly at William for a couple of minutes. Before feelings started to return to him, and then there were thousands of questions buzzing through his head, but very few he actually wanted to ask aloud, and besides if asking questions had caused this then he didn't fancy asking any for a long long time.

"Don't be sorry," Gabe said quietly, eventually finding his voice. It was hoarse, and his throat was scratchy, probably from all the screaming he had done, not that he had even realised he had been doing that at the time. "If you had meant to do that then you could be sorry, but I know...that whatever that was wasn't on purpose...."

As horrible as it had been, and as wary of Bill as he felt right now, he didn't want the boy beating himself up about it. William already beat himself up about enough things without this too.

Knox! · Feb 3, 2014

<div align=center>William stared at Gabe, eyes wide, still quivering. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to throw himself out of the bedroom window so desperately that his legs almost made the most to push himself up and do it. That would make for a story. He wondered who would find his corpse. The boy squealed and shook his head, he'd since pushed himself to a sitting position, and when he glanced down to his arms he found that red, jagged scratches traced their way through the pale flesh, he twitched, and frowned. He hadn't remembered doing that, but he supposed no one else could have done.

This was all he had been afraid of, it was hard to bring himself to look at the other boy right now, but his eyes wouldn't snap away, and he needed to reassure himself Gabe was okay. All he could do was to just repeat the words I'm sorry over and over again, it didn't matter how many Gabe told him that wasn't his fault. He blamed himself completely. He'd done a bad thing. He hadn't meant to, but he hadn't meant to the first time either. All William wanted was to not be hated. That's all he cared about right now.</div>

jenni · Feb 3, 2014

Gabe followed William's eyes to the boy's arm. He couldn't tell if they were fresh or not from across the room, but all it did was remind him of how the memories kept flashing back. The time William had come out of the bathroom with his arms dripping with blood....everything was too much and took a shrivelling breath. He had to look away for a minute. My poor angel , he shivered.

As of late Gabe's worst fear was that Bill was going to commit suicide. He just couldn't shake the feeling that Bill might do that, and it terrified him to no end. The fact that he didn't know how to help Bill made it worse. And now he was worried this incident was going to set the boy over the edge.

"Bill, please don't blame yourself." Gabe begged. "Things happen and," he told him, "that wasn't your fault, your powers got out of your control. It has happened to everyone at some stage..."

" You have got to listen to me, I've done a lot of bad things and you haven't blamed me for them," Gabe took a shaky breath, "and I'm not going to blame you for this." He met Bill's eyes. "I'd come over there to hug you but I don't know if you want me to touch you right now..." Gabe didn't know what would happen if he did, and he didn't want to take any risks at current.

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